WHO: Father (Logan), Mother (John Paul don't kill me) and Son (Loto)
WHEN: Wednesday June 23 afternoon-evening
WHERE: starts at the Flat continues to adventure
WHAT: The right to manhood involves alcohol, nudity, swearing, and a tattoo
RATING: We'll see.
Somehow, someway, Logan always ended up at John Paul's front door.
It would have irked him but he was still riding on the high of Australia's win against Serbia earlier that day. He had grabbed Raivis in a strong bear hug and yanked him about the apartment, Logan ranting and raving and full of Australian pride. The he jogged over to Vash's place, jumped his fence and once again broke through his taped over window, this time in joy. Much to his partner's chagrin, Logan broke into his fridge, took out some beers and started his one man celebration.
When Logan took notice of the time, he bid his farewells, leaving an awful mess behind him. He saw Biff playing with the goats in the front yard and decided to let him stay for a while longer. He was sure Vash wouldn't mind.
Logan hadn't met Loto formally but he had caught a glimpse of the small bloke shivering under the kitchen table. Then after finding out he was becoming 18, Logan didn't need to think twice to take the boy out on his first night as a real man.
When Logan turned 18 he had gotten into his first bar fight, and won too. So if all went well, maybe Loto can triumph in his own bar fight. Ah to be young again.
Logan only hoped John Paul would allow it. He can be a bit of a tight ass.